She wasn’t wearing any shoes. No one stole them anymore. She told me once her toes enjoyed the feel of the earth. I think she enjoys the freedom. I don’t think she knows I’m watching it’s just as well. I don’t want her to know. Not yet, anyhow.

“You’ve got to tell her, Neville, you’ve just got to!” Honestly, you’d think this was my wedding and not Harry’s! Could he stop pestering me about my feelings for Luna for one moment? After a whole week of interrogation, he and Ron were finally successf

I love weddings. They are so romantic. I don’t know why I like them so much. I just do. I’ve only been to a few, but they always leave me feeling so…I don’t know, hopeful?

I hate weddings. They make me so nervous. I don’t know why. It’s not like I’m the one getting married. They just always have. To think of standing in front of God and everybody, declaring my undying love to someone, for always and forever…I shudder.

I like the way the grass tickles the bottoms of my feet...And I like the way he watches me. He thinks I don’t notice. Perhaps he just hopes I don’t. But I do. I always have.